Feng Ye finally decided to let Yan Sikong return to Qianzhou.

Before leaving, Yan Sikong asked Feng Ye to let him and Yuan Shaoxu meet alone. Feng Ye hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Yuan Shaoxu came into Yan Sikong's tent, looking tense and very uncomfortable. He looked around, as if trying to confirm if anyone was eavesdropping.

Yan Sikong said calmly: "Brother, please sit down."

Yuan Shaoxu sat down at the low table with an expressionless face.

"Brother, you are very good at kung fu. You should be able to sense whether there is anyone around. Don't worry. Besides..." Yan Sikong laughed mockingly, "The Wolf King may not want to know the truth and will not send people to eavesdrop." As he spoke, he poured Yuan Shaoxu a cup of tea.

Yuan Shaoxu took a deep breath and said, "I... was just about to talk to you in private."

"Brother, what do you want to say to me?" Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Shaoxu without blinking.

"Sikong, it is true that I did something wrong in this matter, but you have to... you have to forgive me." Yuan Shaoxu's eyes were evasive.

Yan Sikong curled his lips and smiled, his smile was very sarcastic: "Brother, I know you have disliked me since childhood, but you and I are brothers after all. Even if you don't do this, with your and Nan Yu's abilities, you will be valued by the Wolf King."

"How can it be the same?" Yuan Shaoxu picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp as if he were drinking wine. He gritted his teeth and said, "You have enjoyed a high position and wealth over the years, but do you know how I live? My bright future was ruined, and I left my hometown. In order to make a living, I can only be a guard dog for the local gentry and rich people. I was originally a talented general who galloped on the battlefield, but I lived such a miserable life. I will never be able to swallow this breath!"

"Prosperity and wealth? Hahaha..." Yan Sikong laughed. He clenched the teacup in his hand. "Prosperity and wealth? Big brother, do you know how miserable I have been these years?!"

"Snap", the teacup shattered in Yan Sikong's hand, and the blood from Yan Sikong's fingertips flowed down with the tea, but he was completely unaware.

Yuan Shaoxu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yan Sikong wanted to tell Yuan Shaoxu that after he kicked him out of the house, he lived a life worse than a dog, and for revenge, he had been sleeping on straw for more than ten years. After he entered the court as an official, he seemed to be dressed in gorgeous clothes and rose to prominence, but in fact, every step he took was full of murderous intent, and he was on the edge of a knife. He could not sleep peacefully for a night. Now, he was despised, suspected, and humiliated by the only person he had ever loved. Who should he tell about the suffering and sins he had endured? But when the words came to his lips, he was too lazy to spit them out, because he knew Yuan Shaoxu would not understand. In this man's eyes, there was only him.

Yan Sikong picked up the cloth and slowly wiped the spilled tea: "In order to avenge my father, I endured humiliation and was willing to kowtow to my enemies. Now I am notorious. My loved ones only see me as a cunning liar and don't even want to believe who I am. Are you satisfied, brother?"

Yuan Shaoxu lowered his eyelids with a guilty conscience and whispered, "I know it has not been easy for you these years. You have avenged your father, and it is worth it for my Yuan family to raise you."

Yan Sikong felt a sour taste in his nose, and he nodded: "This is probably the only thing that Big Brother would like to hear."

Yuan Shaoxu looked up at Yan Sikong and said, "Sikong, for the sake of father and Yu'er, please don't mention your identities anymore. I beg you to do so."

Yan Sikong secretly clenched his fists: "When did Big Brother know that I was alive, and when did he know that Yu'er was alive?"

"...My mother, my elder sister, and I all thought you would survive. You have been smart since you were young and you always have ways to make a living. Over the years, someone has secretly helped us several times, and we guessed it was you. Until a few years ago, your name spread from the capital to the world, and we guessed that Yan Sikong was you, but you defected to the eunuch party at that time..."

Yan Sikong remained silent.

"As for Yu'er, we thought he was already dead." Yuan Shaoxu continued, "I have ambitions in my heart and I am not willing to spend the rest of my life in darkness. I have an irreconcilable hatred with that tyrant and corrupt official. So when the Wolf King led the Feng Family Army to start a rebellion, I came thousands of miles to join him. I knew he would be able to accomplish great things, and I wanted to show my talents here. I didn't expect to meet Yu'er here."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly.

As Yuan Shaoxu spoke, his voice gradually became quieter. "At first I didn't think about it. It was because they suspected it and asked me to verify it, so I... Since then, I have been valued by the Wolf King."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, his face looking dejected.

"Sikong, listen to my elder brother. Now that things have come to this, we might as well make the best of it." Yuan Shaoxu said gloomily, "If you insist on proving your identity, the Wolf King will know that I deceived him. With his temper, he will definitely kill me. Now my Yuan family not only has a personal relationship with the Wolf King, but is also his savior. If the Wolf King wants to conquer the Central Plains in the future, my Yuan family will be the first hero. Who are you anyway? What's the big deal?"

Yan Sikong smiled faintly: "Brother is really good at calculating."

"Sikong." Yuan Shaoxu emphasized, "You and I are brothers. For the sake of your father and Yu'er taking the blame for you, can you bear to see me being punished by the Wolf King?"

Yan Sikong sneered: "Don't worry, big brother, just as Yu'er said, this matter is over."

Yuan Shaoxu breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Shaoxu's face that looked like Yuan Mao's and smiled bitterly. Yuan Shaoxu was right in one sentence. It didn't matter who he was, because Feng Ye didn't care at all.

——

The night before returning to Qianzhou, Feng Ye stayed in Yan Sikong's tent, pressed him on the couch and beat him hard.

Yan Sikong was tortured to the point of exhaustion. After Feng Ye had vented his lust, he lay limp in Feng Ye's arms, too sleepy to even open his eyes.

Feng Ye's kiss fell between Yan Sikong's sweaty brows. His pair of black eyes looked straight ahead, with complex thoughts flashing in them.

Yan Sikong's eyelids drooped and he was about to fall asleep.

Feng Ye suddenly spoke up and whispered in his ear: "I know you can't wait to leave, but you have to remember that you have to do everything I ask you to do and then come back to me."

Yan Sikong slowly opened his eyes and remained silent.

Feng Ye pressed his head into his neck and hugged him tightly.

Yan Sikong said slowly: "Feng Ye, do you really think you can control me?"

"Prince Jingyuan can't, but Wolf King can." Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, "No matter in the past or now, I can easily destroy everything you care about, but Prince Jingyuan can't bear to do so." He stroked Yan Sikong's dark hair with his big hand and said softly, "But Wolf King can bear to do so."

Yan Sikong just felt a chill down his spine.

He believed what Feng Ye said was true.